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Chapter one

Ever since I was little I have been good at making friends. Not good at keeping them, but good at making them. I wasn't exactly anything special I'd just had a lot of practice. My mom works in business, I'm not exactly sure what it is she does but it entails us to move around. I don't really know my dad very well, as my parents split when I was young. (This isn't me trying to gain your sympathy). I'm an ok student, not exactly Harvard material but I pass my classes, and that seems to keep my mom off my back, but my real talent was sports, football and basketball were my speciality. I'm not quite sure how my obsession with sports sparked I guess it had something to do with the fact that I didn't exactly need a stable environment to succeed in them, all I needed was a ball, and in some cases a hoop. When you hear of female athletes you probably think a 5"9 well built blonde goddess, but I really broke the stereotype, I'm 5"6, with thick deep brown hair, I have average size thighs, a small waist and fairly large hips with d cup boobs. I resemble your average nerd with a round face covered in freckles accompanied by tortoise shell glasses. I was born in England but my mom moved to America when I was around 5 years olds, this had left me with a muddled accent and a love for the spice girls (they're my guilty pleasure).

Today was my 16th birthday. As well as moving day for the Jenner's. (My moms maiden name).

"Sophie darling" my mom shouted down the phone "I'm sorry I couldn't be there on this big day, I know there's a lot going on for us but I just couldn't get myself out of the office an-" "mom" I said cutting her apology short "it's fine, I'm used to doing this, plus I have all the moving men to help me with the boxes and anyway you get a birthday every year well just have to celebrate double next July" I could hear my mom sigh with relief down the phone "you're so cooperative honey, if only my clients could be like you" she chuckled "love you sweetie" "love you too mom" I hung up the phone only to realise that the van had stopped driving. "Home number 18" I said to myself.

"Excuse me miss" I was abruptly awoken from my day dream "we've unloaded all the boxes so were heading off." A stocky bald man cried from the front of the van. "Brill" I said wincing at my inability to talk (normally) to adults "thanks a bunch" I yelled as the van drove off. I sat down on the front lawn, for the first time genuinely acknowledging my new neighbour hood. It was just like any all american suburban street, with perfectly pruned rose bushes and manicured lawns, each house almost more identical to the next. It was cute I thought to myself, well it was liveable. Now all I need to do was un pack my room and find something to do for the final two months of summer. I stood up dusting my hands off on the back of my denim cut-offs, and I noticed someone running towards me "hey" a figured yelled as it slowly morphed into a boy. "You must be new" he said as he extended his hand gesturing me to shake it, "I'm jack" he flashed me grin allowing me to see his perfect straight white teeth. I realised I had been standing there for almost a minuet staring blankly at his face, his gorgeous chiseled face and his sharp jawline not to mention his Zeus like arms. I brought myself back to reality and took his hand "Sophie, Sophie Jenner" I answered. "Well Sophie Sophie Jenner, I'm your new neighbour I live just over there" he nodded toward the house directly across the street "see you tonight!" He said as he waved goodbye. It took me over 3 minuets to register what he had said, tonight? I thought, what was happening tonight. I brush it off as a simple mistake and I walked into the house. I scanned the downstairs of the house, nodding in approval of the decor and headed upstairs taking the largest room for myself. I began to unpack the few sacred possessions I would take with me every move as well as my clothes. As I hung and folded my clothes I realised for the first time that I did not own a dress or a skirt, only jeans, denim cut-offs, yoga pants and sweat pants as well as 3 pairs of basketball shorts, I also registered my lack of cute girly tops, instead I found only jerseys, hoodies, sweat shirts and t-shirts. So I picked up my phone and texted my mom: mama seeing as it's my birthday today could I please go shopping and buy a dress or a cute top xoxo. I received a reply almost instantly: of course honey take $300 from the coffee pot in the box marked kitchen! Xxx. I was strangely elated, I had never really been a big shopper, but people change. I ran downstairs grabbed the money and my keys hopped in the car and drove towards the mall.